Rhosgobel Rabbits Novels & Stories

I would be too busy making it up to Luca and finding all the ways in which I can apologise for being such an idiot. You can have your fun. But I will kill him. No one messes with the people I love. I happily replied. Blake moved his head and rubbed it against my leg making me giggle out loud as his fur tickled against my bare skin. His wolf wasn't anything special. But I still thought he was beautiful with his grey fur. Except for his paws which were white with a couple of black spots on each of them. His blue eyes always stood out against his fur and I loved it when he looked at me with happiness. I even loved it when we used to disappear into the woods with each other and played around wit

She was sure Rhobart had had more than one encounter with ice wolves, shadowbeast, and other creatures, but she hated the idea of him being hurt by any of them. “Did you get bitten by an ice wolf?” asked Ayla. “I was ten. He bit my right leg just a second before my sword cut his neck. Trust me; you don’t want that to happen to you. But you don’t need to worry. I won’t let anyone harm you. Ever.” Rhobart ran faster, making Ayla dizzy. She closed her eyes. “Slow down, or I will throw up all over your cloak.” Rhobart groaned in frustration but obliged. “White does are very rare. You are lucky to have seen one.”

Two more guards stood at attention outside the carriage house, their expressions unreadable as Ethan and Falcone approached. Pushing open the door, Ethan stepped inside, and what greeted him was far from what he expected. The carriage house had been transformed into a rabbit haven, housing around a hundred. Adorable Holland Lops, Harlequins, tiny Hermelins, and fluffy Angoras—all were nestled in their own miniature houses. The space had been carefully designed to include a large fenced pasture that served as a communal area for the rabbits to socialize, their soft fur contrasting sharply with the hardened atmosphere outside.

Rabbit looked at Hogster’s wounded head smugly. “Oh, I thought you were very strong. So, this is what a member of a strong guild is like. Maybe I thought too highly of you. With that ability, you might as well be a farmer!” Rabbit taunted Hogster. On the other hand, Carlos was shocked. He had heard that this rabbit was very strong, but this was beyond his imagination. Hogster was still in a daze. He clutched his head and glowered at Rabbit. Just as he was about to speak, something big appeared in Rabbit’s hand. He was shocked when he saw the object clearly. It was a huge hammer.

Zayne had certainly not thought about the consequences of joking with a vengeful person like Jay. Jay abruptly had an idea and said, “Do you know what kind of rabbit that is?” Zayne said, “It doesn’t really matter. It’s just a rabbit anyway.” “This breed of rabbit is very rare. It looks like a Dwarf Hotot, but it’s not. This rabbit can be used as medicine for the body—especially for fetal protection, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and blood diseases. It also has other miraculous effects.” When Zayne heard the words ‘fetal protection’, his eyes shot out a greedy light. He started to scratch himself restlessly.

Hundreds of them. They didn’t look exactly like the rabbits back home. They were about the same size — brown, black and a few white ones — with long, floppy ears, but they had elongated faces, and instead of a pom-pom tuft, a pinkish stub for a tail. They didn’t hop, either. More scurried about. “Aw!” said Flossie. She walked up to the nearest one and picked it up. She picked it up! I was stunned. If it was going to be this easy we’d have five daggers each by sundown.

He keeps the rabbit pelt in his helmet, and occasionally I catch a glimpse of impossibly white fur. When we stop for the night, deciding to camp out under the stars on a remote shoreline, I wait until Nash is a sleep before rolling over and pulling out my phone to call Arnold. He’s been a great lifeline to me, especially now that my parents are gone. “What do you know about moon rabbits?” I ask. “They’re incredibly rare,” Arnold tells me. “They’re only born during a lunar solstice and they only appear to shifters with pure hearts.” “Are they always white?” I ask.

More resolved. When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed the rumpled state of the bed. The sheets still smelled faintly of Sylvan's rain-forest scent, mingled with the sour hint of wolfsbane whiskey and salt from my tears. "Martha?" I called, stepping into the hallway. She appeared from downstairs. "Yes, Dr. Bennett?" "Could you change the bedding, please? And..." I hesitated. "How are the rabbits doing?" Martha's face brightened. "Oh, wonderful news about that! I found another pack healer who can take them all – the mother and her babies. She specializes in small prey animals and says they'll have a proper habitat."

Sebastian shook his head laughingly. “Lass, he’d say.” Bast corrected. “That he would. Well, I’m happy for him.” *** Elsabet woke this morning, to discover a rabbit cowering under the draping coverlet next to her bed. Whiskers twitching and huge brown eyes intent on her. So adorable she immediately leaned over to sweep him up to cuddle her shoulder. But looking at him she realized he was white and covered in hair so dense it nearly stuck straight out. By far the fluffiest of his kind.

William watched him go, his beautiful eyes showing no surprise. Roxana Nelson's tear-filled eyes were blurred, unable to see anything. She couldn't even see Richard Harris leave. Leaving the lodging, Richard Harris looked up at the setting sun. He wanted to buy a new rabbit for Roxana Nelson. He didn't know if the pet store was open in the evening. Driving through a few bustling streets, he finally found a small store with Roxana Nelson's rabbit breed, the Dutch Lop. After inquiring, he learned that they had distinctive round faces and bodies, flat and shorter noses than other breeds, and came in various colors, commonly black and white, fawn, and light brown.